Be Still And Dance

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The greatest miracle is the discovery that all is miraculous. And the nature of the miraculous is utter simplicity. …The ground for any kind of growth and cultivation is prepared by lying fallow.

Henry Miller

I spent many hours in the Meditation Hall during the two years I lived and worked at Esalen Institute in Big Sur, California. During those early, chilly morning hours I would sit and reduce my breathing and pulse to keep time with the crashing of the ocean waves behind me. Life was/is so simple. I didn’t know what was going on in the rest of the world and it didn’t really matter. It was easy living my life and it felt as if I had all the time in the world to myself.

Following my departure from Esalen, I found it more difficult to find that same inner peace and solitude in the world. Relationships, work, and merely having to interact with more of the world took a toll on my solitude. It no longer just occurs. I have to schedule it around the lives of those with whom I work and live. When I did have moments of solitude, it was difficult to settle into that space of just “being.” Being open to all of life without judgment and accepting of “what is” without passing it through the filters of my brain.

Today the fish in the pond were totally still and appeared to be moving at the same time. Their stillness reminded me to slow down, to “be still and dance.” Amazingly enough I found that space of quiet, calm, and solitude instantly. There was no ocean, no meditation hall, but I was here in the solitude of my own body. I was a three dimensional being living in multiple dimensions. This is what each of us is. This is what life is. You just have to lie fallow every once and a while and prepare for sowing.

Dormant but still dancing.

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